He brought our family to Disney World a bunch of times, though it involved lots of saving up and scrimping. When we were toddlers; when I was 8, 9, 11. Always for a week in the summer over my birthday. I wish I had more photos. I wish I could tell him my appreciation again.

I remember eating Mickey-shaped pizzas (circa 2000, must've been QS) and having the time of my life in the pool. That my dad loved Test Track and all rollercoasters. I remember my dad taking me back to the resort when I got sick in the parks midday. And again on the monorail. And again back at the resort.

He wasn't a perfect father. We didn't have a close relationship. Yet when I think of going back home for the funeral, all I can think is how I only want to see him, and how I thought we had time to become close one day.

I was jazzed when the Cubs won the World Series last November. He's been a fan all his life, and seeing them finally win last year was everything. He told me afterwards he never thought he'd live to see his Cubbies win in his lifetime, but I'm thankful he did.

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Some wonderful memories there, so happy that they are there with you, forever. And I felt likewise about those Cubs, never thought I would see them win it all in my lifetime. But, they did. And your dad got to see them do so!!

We always think we have more time, another visit, another day. We all have to make the best of the days we have.

Cry as you feel, smile as you feel his memories coming alive within you, earful. God bless you and your family, God speed for dad. 's

I have NO idea who you are. But that's what makes these boards and the Disney community so special. I'm really sorry to hear of your loss. Went through the same thing about six years ago now and I promise you WILL get through this. Stay strong and live in the memories, for at some point, that is all we have left. God bless.

He brought our family to Disney World a bunch of times, though it involved lots of saving up and scrimping. When we were toddlers; when I was 8, 9, 11. Always for a week in the summer over my birthday. I wish I had more photos. I wish I could tell him my appreciation again.

I remember eating Mickey-shaped pizzas (circa 2000, must've been QS) and having the time of my life in the pool. That my dad loved Test Track and all rollercoasters. I remember my dad taking me back to the resort when I got sick in the parks midday. And again on the monorail. And again back at the resort.

He wasn't a perfect father. We didn't have a close relationship. Yet when I think of going back home for the funeral, all I can think is how I only want to see him, and how I thought we had time to become close one day.

I was jazzed when the Cubs won the World Series last November. He's been a fan all his life, and seeing them finally win last year was everything. He told me afterwards he never thought he'd live to see his Cubbies win in his lifetime, but I'm thankful he did.

I took early retirement to take care of my elderly father for about a decade before he died. He was an extremely flawed individual, but who was all in all a decent person. I learned to love the good parts of who he was while not pretending that he was perfect.